We've got a few friends who have mentioned this thing they do. It could be a religious thing, it probably isn't. They start the new year with a clean house (maybe they just said 'clean' or possibly 'fresh' - could mean anything, a shower, new clothes) and maybe N and I are taking it too far and it's too much whilst we're all feeling a little poorly but it's a ball in motion at this point. We've already tackled the garage, the kitchen, the computer room and we're halfway through the bedrooms. And I've come across a scary realisation. But the backstory first:
I used to work in a bookstore. I love books. I used to live in house so filled with bookshelves (and books, naturally) it actually made me feel claustrophobic by the time we moved out. Two years ago, when we moved into our current house we decided to go down a more minimalist route. Despite having two large bookshelves (in the garage) and a smaller bookshelf all double-stacked, a bedside table that might buckle at any time, boxes upon boxes of books in the loft, a 'library-book' table and small book stacks in both the boys' rooms, it turns out that yes, I am still a crazy book lady.
It turns out that despite all of my dedicated book space, I've still hidden/stashed books in the stupidest of places. Take for instance ... Elliot's art cupboard. And my closet.
Is there help available to me? Probably not. But it seems like a nice time to get a little more organised and therefore, I've ordered a lovely third bookshelf for the garage. And we're moving a bookshelf into our dining room (possibly) so there will finally be some books on display. Maybe this will help.
Here's hoping you all have a fresh start in 2009!